Argo stood quietly, waiting, he was tired still and was only half listening to the conversation, "I'll be the scout then, I assume that's the case as I'm the one who can see magic, I'll look for dead men and you'll put them back in the grave.  I've never dealt with zombies before but the ritual items should give off some glow, I'll look for them as well.", Argo then gave a bow and said, "my contribution, who's got the talking stick next?".  Argo walked to a corner of the room and revealed a cigarette, it made its way in between his lips and a flame brought it to life, figuratively.